Soldiers Card System

The middle cabin is quite large, and there are several braziers against the wall. Although the snow is boiling outside the window, the cabin is almost like warm spring.

Wearing a scarlet robe, Su Lu was taken to the table and sat down. Li Qing sat on the side of the table and looked at him with a smile.

It was Li Qing's idea to rush south this time. The reason why he had to move out overnight was to avoid Dong Cheng who was going to Sulu's house to propose a marriage.

Outside the door of Su's house, Dong Cheng looked at the closed door in a daze, and listened to the chirping birds in the yard. He was sure that there was no one in the yard.

Su Lu left so soon!

Dong Cheng was a little upset. What should I do? He promised his niece to arrange her marriage. Now it's all right, and the bridegroom officer ran away.

Once he entered the capital, he was afraid that he was going to be dazzled. When he came back, how could he still be unmarried.

No, I also want to go to Beijing.

There is no war in the camp, and I will also go to Beijing.

Do whatever it takes, Dong Cheng greeted his soldiers: "Go, follow me to Beijing."

Go to Beijing?

The personal soldiers are all dumbfounded, but that is a thousand miles away, the general said, this is going to go!

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Su Lu stood in front of the note, and did not take a pen for a while.

What should I write?

The misappropriation of Shangshan’s early trip would have been bad, but the name was changed unexpectedly, which is really blasphemy against the former wise.

Su Lu picked up a pen and wrote the words Shangshan Zao Xing on the rice paper.

The morning starts to conquer the duo, the guest travels to the hometown of sadness...

After Su Lu finished writing, he put down the brush and walked out with a smile. The original name sounds nice no matter how you look at it.

Li Qing picked up the rice paper and read it out gently: "Shangshan travel early?"

Qingli's cheeks were full of doubts, "Is there no place called Shangshan around Beiyang?"

A female guard yelled out, her cheeks were red, and her voice was crisp: "Princess, there is a mountain in my hometown, called Shangshan. I remember there is a small town near Shangshan with Banqiao, and there is a north-south rush. , Lord Su must have been there."

Li Qing glared at the female guard when he heard the words: "What nonsense, Su Ge, how could it be Shangshan in your family? Su Lu clearly wrote this poem in my study. It must be somewhere in Beiyang called Shangshan. ."

There was a lot of discussion in the cabin, and the guards fought hard with the princess for various reasons, robbing the place of the poem, because they knew that if the poem could really belong to their hometown, it would bring a lot of benefits to the hometown, and the reputation is obvious. , The magistrate’s political performance will be improved as a result, so and so everyone once came here to compose a poem.

Shang Shan may be famous because of Su Lu's poem, and it has been in the eyes of high-ranking officials and powerful people who love poems everywhere, and even Jian Zai's heart is the emperor.

Ignoring the arguing behind him, Su Lu got out of the middle cabin, held on to the side of the ship, and looked at the boiling snow.

The boat has passed the Dongting and entered the Tuhai River. The earthy mountains on both sides of the river bank have turned white. Occasionally, fishermen in fur clothes are sitting on the river bank and fishing, discussing life in the severe cold.

As the boat moved forward, the river banks on both sides became narrower, and the nearest places seemed to be within reach.

Su Lu asked He Wu, who was standing at the stern: "Why are you standing here if you don't wait on the princess?"

He Wu looked upset and pointed to the old Chang who was holding a fishing rod at the stern of the boat and wearing a sock: "Look, this grandson is not doing well, so he has to go fishing. I really don't know what is good about fishing. "

At the stern, in the boiling snow, Chang Yuan, wearing a wooden hat and black drape, sitting on a high stool, pulling his fishing rod into the distance.

Hearing He Wu’s complaint, he always threw his fishing rod out, then turned his head and said proudly: "Why do you not understand the fun of fishing, naturally you don’t know what’s so good about it, Su Lu, you said. What's so good about this fishing."

Su Lu patted the ship's side. "There are benefits naturally. It is not how fishing friends can appreciate it. If there is a poem, this is what I wrote."

"Thousands of mountains and birds will fly extinct, thousands of people will be wiped out, lonely boats and small boats, alone fishing in mountains and rivers and snow."

Chang Yuan looked at Su Lu dumbfounded, his lips trembled, and he couldn't even hold the fishing rod in his hand. He couldn't believe it. Su Lu just made a poem.

He Wu's eyeballs rolled around a few times, suddenly turned around, and rushed into the cabin with a triumphant voice: "Princess, princess, old slave congratulates you, Su Jueye just wrote a poem, short and concise. , The momentum is huge and magnificent."

Li Qing asked in a pleasant surprise: "You can recite it to me."

The smile on He Wu's face froze. He would fart, but he didn't remember it. Su Lu read it just now, how could he remember it.

Li Qing put down Shangshan to travel early and walked out of the cabin. This time he must let Su Lu write this poem. He can no longer be quarreled by a group of girls like Shangshan travels early.

Outside the cabin, the snow is getting heavier, and Lao Chang is clutching Su Lu's sleeve, even if his fishing rod falls in the river.

"No, you have to write it down and give me a family heirloom. This is the original calligraphy of the great poet, and it was written for me. It must be mine."

Li Qing, who had just left the cabin door, was in a daze. Why, this poem was written for Lao Chang? Su Lu, Su Lu, you never wrote a poem to me, but you wrote one to Lao Chang.

Zhao Demou said that you are interesting to him, but he didn't expect it to be true. You actually like men!

No, I can't let this poem fall into the hands of Lao Chang. This makes it easy for Su Lu to like men, and this tells me how to marry him in the future. Even if you like men, I can't get your heart, but I will get your people.

Li Qing's sleeves flicked, and his voice was displeased: "Chang Yuan, how do you know this poem was written for you, He Wu, don't you think?"

He Wu is Li Qing's follower, Li Qing said that it was dark, He Wu dared to close his eyes.

Hearing Li Qing's words, He Wu's eyes rolled, "Yes, I heard it really just now, Su Jue said that he would write a poem, but he didn't say he would write a poem for you."

Chang Yuan thought about it in a daze. After a while, his chin raised and his voice was triumphant: "Then I don't care, anyway, it's the first thing I heard. This poem is mine. Su Lu, you must write it down and give it to me. "

Li Qing walked to Su Lu and asked in a soft voice: "Su Lu, what poems have you written again, it's better to copy it down and let everyone see it."

Su Lu pointed to the surrounding area, smiled and said, "Jiang Xue, you see, along the way, there are no birds on the thousands of mountains, no people on the tens of thousands of paths, only one or two fishermen fishing on the riverside occasionally, for the sake of life, Work tirelessly and endure the cold to discuss life."

Li Qing was born in the court, and did not know the sufferings of the world. Hearing this, he asked strangely: "Aren't they farming?"

Su Lu snorted: "If there is a field, no one will not plant it."

Li Qing asked He Wu and Chang Yuan in surprise: "Didn't the court have rules, and they should spend three acres, how can they have no fields?"

He Wu dare not say, He Wu has never dared to say about this kind of thing. The **** can't discuss politics, so he wants to be a **** safely.

Chang Yuan didn't have such scruples. He was born in poverty, and he had been in the army for many years after entering the palace. What did the people who were beaten out of the bitter cold say?

"The court has prospered for a hundred years, and land annexation has reached the point where the people have no livelihood. Why there are frequent wars in the northern border, but there are still people who are still willing to seek a living in the northern border, because the land in the northern border can not be bought by these old wealthy landlords and can survive."

Li Qing's face was gloomy and her voice was low: "Okay, Su Lu, write this poem, and I will show it to Emperor Father, so that Emperor Father will also know about the suffering of the people."

Su Lu shook his head: "The emperor may not know these things."

Li Qing shook his head: "Father has lived in the palace for a long time. He knows what others want him to know, and he doesn't know what others don't want him to know."

Su Lu looked dumbfounded, and this situation...